At 3 in the morning we are in mourning, hallucinations endnDrug induced visions end in collisions, Casualties and friendsnWhere were faux pacifist from a conservationistnOnce we were here to be sane - Now everyone's insanennNow their laughter causes my homesicknessnMissing my own address; Missing everything I ownnMutually exclusively lesser than - We ridenForgetting where and what we see worth savingnnAt 3 in the morning I am in mourning, it needed to be saidnAt 3 in the morning we are dead, and put this song to bednnAnd the laughter causes my homesicknessnMissing my old address; Inside your head, inside your headnI know my way - out, I know my way - out, I know my way - out...nnAt 3 in the morning we are in mourning, hallucinations endnDrug induced visions end in collisions, say goodbye againnAnd our road has this song, it's about a mile longnAnd all of it lives in my head. These things needed to be said.